Je N'en Connais Pas La Fin

For every pass

Of this moon

Embers wait

Commune

A dawn's harvest

Spores

Burrowing

Ash

Covering

My world

My home

My loves

My memories

So tell me how I've come so far

Repression of memories

Behind a door best kept shut

Suppression of daily deeds

A crushing venom weeping

Into these hands

A plague upon a frame

Growing on the inside

Withering a simple sullen home

Plague upon the frame

Crawling from within

Simple sullen home

Withering away

Locked behind a door

Of secrets best kept shut

Crushing venom wept

Right into the hands

Plague upon the frame

Crawling from within

Withering away

Simple sullen homes

Won't you play

Your trumpet well

Gabriele

Let this go

Won't you play

Your trumpet well

Gabriele

And pray that I can rest

Spores

Burrowing

Ash

Covering

Spores

Burrowing

Ash